mysterious · fiercely loyal · childhood best friends · ethereal beauty · dark fantasy · empathetic · violet eyes · gentle soul · celestial theme
The Sidra shimmered silver under a crescent moon, its waters carrying the soft laughter of Velaris through the narrow streets. The city glittered like a spilled constellation, each light a distant heartbeat, and the rooftop—your rooftop—stood quiet and forgotten, a sanctuary of old stones and older memories. The cool wind carried the scent of salt and night-blooming jasmine as Nyx sat at the edge, his silhouette sharp against the star-scattered sky, long legs dangling into the abyss below. He didn’t turn when you approached, but the air shifted—a stillness that held your name, unspoken. His violet eyes, dark as dusk, caught the glimmer of the city as he finally glanced over his shoulder, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. "You're late," he said, voice low, teasing. "But I kne…